I had an oversupply of fuck yous
That nobody knew
Came
From
Me
I can hear it in the distance
Bleeding the sound
That can be heard miles
And miles
And miles beneath burdened ground
I can feel it
Even under a whisper
Sensations plague my senses
Without my permission
Like military transistors
And lust craves my very essence
Sad and lonely suffers my bones
Left me
Dropped
Lava
Melted
Deep
Ratchet
Between dark alleys
And ancient cobblestones
Tears heavy like bricks
Pots so deep it was hard to mix
The word fix with exist
And my inner twitch was hard to resist
Because
I
Still
Love him
His lips
Drip
Melted candle sticks
Was a bad trip
Standing beyond this cliff
Waiting for pigs to fly
And I had an oversupply of fuck yous
That nobody knew
Came
Directly
From
Me
mentalnotes1 
Awesome work!!!!! LOVE it
THANK YOU, IT’S A PAINFUL ONE ):
You’re welcome… The pain is very palpable and clear to read.
I love this. So so sooo much. The ‘I had an oversupply of fuck yous that nobody knew came from me’. Brilliant. Loved it.
THANK YOU, TRYNA GET RID OF SOME,,,LOL
Lmao, believe me…I soooo get it. I’ve got an abundance these days myself. haha
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This is exactly how I feel right now. Brilliant piece from a brilliant blog. I had to share.